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Bellamy's POV

"What's going on here?" Bellamy felt the familiar tug of annoyance at the sound of the idiot spacewalker's voice. Those two had never gotten on. Even when Clarke and him had started becoming friends Finn had never warmed up to him. And Bellamy found Finn unbearably annoying- never doing what he was told and always making stupid decisions and trying to be the hero.

So of course it was him to interrupt them just as Clarke was opening up to him. Bellamy cared about Clarke. More than she knew. And he was worried about her, what had happened to make her so fragile and scared? It scared him... terrified him seeing her like this. She was the brave one, the strong one. She was the one who hadn't given up until they found Jasper, who put her life at risk to help Charlotte, who had killed Atom when Bellamy couldn't. So the way she was acting made him think something truly awful had happened to her.

Rolling his eyes, he turned to face the spacewalker and sure enough, there he stood, a few metres away, carrying the supplies just as Clarke said. "Mind your own damn business and go back to camp Collins," said Bellamy with an edge of warning in his voice, every hint of softness from talking to Clarke gone. But no, of course the spacewalker didn't do what he was told, of course he stood his ground, of course he demanded to know what they were talking about.

"Go back to camp now before i make you," warned Bellamy, closing the gap between the two men.

"What're you gonna do Blake? Huh? Not so tough without your little minions surrounding you are you?" questioned Finn whilst giving Bellamy a hard shove. He really did know how to push his buttons.

Bellamy shoved him right back, harder. "Back. Off. Collins," he said through gritted teeth. The nerve on that kid. Finn adverted his hard gaze over to Clarke for a split second, looking her up and down.

"Are you ok Clarke? Did he hurt you?" questioned Finn.

"What the hell is that meant to mean? Of course i didn't hurt her. She's fine!" Bellamy looked back to Clarke, expecting her to agree, to tell him that she was fine... but she wasn't fine.

The girl stood in front of him was not fine. Glistening tears streamed down her face and her lip trembled in what Bellamy could only assume was fear. She wasn't fine. Her breathing had become rapid and jagged and she was frantically running her long fingers through her blonde mop of hair. She wasn't fine. Her panicky eyes were darting between Bellamy and Finn and she looked like she was about to throw up... She wasn't fine.

"Clarke just breathe ok. Like earlier. Copy my breathing," said Bellamy quickly. It wasn't working this time though. He reached out a hand to her shoulder to steady her but she let out a small cry and jumped back at his touch. What the hell? Thought Bellamy. What was it about spacewalker's presence that had terrified Clarke so much?

That's when he saw them. The blue and purple bruises that painted Clarke's wrists. Bellamy's stomach dropped and his eyebrows scrunched up in anger. She saw what he was looking at and tried to cover them up by pulling down her sleeves but Bellamy wasn't having it. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her sleeve down to get a better look. Clarke snatched back her wrist, a terrified expression on her face. Bellamy felt a pang of guilt at the thought that he had hurt her but that was quickly replaced with rage and protectiveness.

The pieces were slowly coming together: the reason Clarke had been running through the woods, her panic attacks, her fear of being touched, why she was so scared when Finn came, the bruises. One look in Clarke's eyes told him he was right.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Bellamy was on top of Finn before he even knew what was happening. He just kept hitting him over and over. The thought of Finn on Clarke...him taking off her clothes... her telling him to stop... it made him sick. He did't know how long he had been punching Finn when he felt two hands using all their strength to pull him off.

"Stop Bellamy! Please... you'll kill him!" The sound of Clarke's desperate voice brought him back to reality and he looked down at the unconscious body who's bloodied face was almost unrecognisable before him. He had done that.

They both sit there on the ground for a minute, panting heavily and not knowing what to do. Bellamy looked over at Clarke to find her on the verge of tears, staring at her fingers that were covered in blood.

"Clarke your bleeding, where are you injured?" he asked, worried. She couldn't look at him, her eyes were firmly planted on the ground. She looked... embarrassed... maybe? That's when he noticed the small pool of blood on her pants.

"Is it your... um?"asked Bellamy cautiously.

"No," mumbled back a distraught Clarke,"I'm not due for 2 weeks."

The pain in her voice broke Bellamy's heart."Here," he said, passing her his jacket. She wrapped it around her waist, giving him a small smile of gratitude that didn't reach her eyes.

"We need to take him back to camp," said Clarke, her voice barely a whisper.

"Clarke are you insane?" Why on earth would she want him back at camp? "We can't take him back to camp. I don't want him near you, Octavia or any of the other girl girls at camp. What if he hurts you again?" asked Bellamy whilst glaring at the unconscious spacewalker, his voice raising into a shout. Clarke shrunk back at his harsh voice and stared at him for a minute before answering.

"I know... i know. But if we leave him here he'll die. And it will be my fault. Just let me treat him at camp and then you can do whatever you want. He might not even make it at this point." replied his blonde haired co-leader solemnly.

"Clarke. Look at me," when she continued to stare down at her feet, he tried again with more force in his voice,"Look at me Clarke." She looked up into his deep brown eyes and Bellamy could see the pain in her's."If he dies. It is not your fault, okay? It's mine. You won't take on any of the regret, or guilt, because it's my fault, okay?"

She gave him a quick nod in response and Bellamy moved on the conversation quickly, trying to push the guilt and outrage at the fact that he could've just killed someone, with his bare hands, to the back oh his mind

"The second he's well enough to walk, we banish him." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. But..."Clarke's words trailed off mid-sentence.

"What?

"If we just banish him without a reason, people will ask questions, get angry. He has a lot of friends." she muttered back to him.

"What're you talking about, of course we have a reason- What he did to you," responded Bellamy, clearly confused, his voice hardening on 'what he did to you'.

Clarke waited a moment to answer, as if debating whether to tell him or not, "I don't want people to know...I'm meant to be a leader, and i just... i can't..." a tear escaped her eye as she answered him, sliding down her face, all the way down to her jawline until she wiped it away.

"It's ok. We'll figure something out" Bellamy squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and although she flinched, she didn't pull away, did the opposite in fact. She leaned into his touch, his warmth, and within a few minutes she had her head on his warm chest and his fingers were absentmindedly playing with her hair. And she cried. And no matter how strange it felt, it felt right.